Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1887-10-07

October.-How gently, softly-with o
look of fearful farewell lingering in voice
and mien-over the hills come the footsteps
of October Beautiful exceedingly she is
with the touching tinge of sadness about
her, which is ever beauty's most impressive
charm. How gently, softly, into thesilence
of the night steals her song of sorrow. II
trembles with hushed tenderness of tone
through the aisles and bowers OF the forest,
where it seems to whisper a prophecy Of
with mournful cadence along the meadows
where the streams will sosn be chilled into
silence and lose their babbling merriment
and all the flowers will fade into dust and
ashes, whilst the twinkling rays of the far.
off stars gather into tear-drops as they touch
the current of its low, sad melody.
October does not come To US this season
with the wild lamentations of equinoctal
storms, with disheveled locks streaming up.
on excited winds, with floods Of tears and
an agony of sorrow which spread havoc
around it as she sometimes does; but softly,
gently over the hills with head bowed down
and hands crossed upon her bosom, save
when she gathers up her robes, upon which,
here and there, the royal tints of Autumn be-
gin toglow, to shake off the floating vapors.
There are no tears in her eyes, but the mists
are gathering there, which tell of tears to
come
She looks around upon field and forest
with sweet smile of tender pity-for the
wild winds and biting frosts are soon
TO strip them of their Summer glory
and as we look around with her, our heart
beats in sympathy with hers, for We know
that though she pours her corn and her
fruit, as she passes, into the garners Of the
husbandman, poverty, want, suffering, hun.
ger and cold will follow in her footsteps
for the destitute children of humanity. The
surly blasts of November will md their
way into many stricken homestead, upon
whose hearthstone no fire will be kindled-
where poverty sits croaking its dismal mono
tone upon household affairs, around which
are gathered helpless ones-hungry in the
midst of overtlowng abundance--cold in
the midst OF warmth-oppressive to the for
tunate sons of earth.
Well may the beautiful mild eyed Octo-
ber-with her heart throbbing with tender
ness aud pity-sigh and weep as she looks
behind her and sees who and what are fol-
lowing her so closely-the lean, ank, wild
eyed, pale and CHASTITY crew of human
miseries And yet in this world there is
plenty for all.
1t is the season, the month, when "the sere
and yelew leaf" blown from the branches
by every titful breeze, causes the mind TO
dwell on the Heath Of the year--when every
thing in Nature presents hectic" lowell
ness which, like the glow on the cheek of the
consumptve beauty is the precursor of de-
cay and death, still 50 exquisite is that
beauty, so delicious the temperature, the
atmosphere, the aspect OF the skies-so gor-
geous the hues of the fOrest-mantled hills
and deep woodlands, that to US the promise
of Spring and the fullness of Summer are
both inferior in their beauty. The deep,
snowy mantle and bare branches of Winter;
the emerald verdure of budding Springtme,
OF the full flush OF midsummer beauty can
not compare with the delicate tints and
bright splendor Of our October month. 1t
outshines and outvies its sister months,
even as vigorous manhood outvies child
hood, youth and old age.